He emerged from the forest and returned to the fortress.
Eric's words still echoed in Lagman's mind.
'The things I believe in...'
'By any means necessary?'
'But Harald is my brother... He's my brother.'
Lagman murmured, his thoughts growing muddled.
When he came to his senses, he found himself in an unfamiliar place. At the end of the corridor was his father's room.
'How did I get here?'
Lagman shook his head.
"Lagman."
A familiar voice called out.
Lagman turned to see the speaker. It was his brother, Harald.
"Harald, you're still awake?"
"I'd like to be, but my wounds won't give me any peace. It seems Frigga has decided she's done with me."
Harald gave a wry smile and rubbed his shoulder.
He had grown thinner after spending so much time recuperating in bed, but some healthy color had returned to his tan skin.
"You'll get better."
"Speaking of which, are you going to see Father? Is something wrong?"
"Huh? No..."
Lagman's immediate instinct was to deny it.
